At four o'clock in the morning, Luo Binhan climbed out of bed. After going through the whole torment yesterday, he was sure that Yu Xiaorong was sleeping as deeply as a newborn puppy. He calmly went to the bathroom outside the bedroom to freshen up and dress, then pulled Miffy out of the closet and discussed changing its habitat with it.
As a flexible advanced life form, living underwater is not a problem for Miffy, and it is even more convenient for material exchange. Luo Binhan promised that it would often turn on the TV or smart speakers to give it more ways to entertain itself. He even took a big step back and allowed it to play with and eat the medaka in the tank, but only one per week to avoid Yu Xiaorong becoming suspicious.
The deal was struck quickly. Miffy slipped silently from the edge of the tank and got into the skull deep in the snapdragons. Fina, who was sleeping high up in the cage, also sneaked over to watch. Luo Binhan touched it and smeared a large amount of fish tank water on its scales, and Fina ran away. It doesn't like water, perhaps because that destroys its stealth.
"I won't play again next time." He promised Fina, who was a little angry. "There will be no next time."
Fina temporarily forgave him and went back to sleep in the open cage. Luo Binhan happily went into the kitchen to prepare a simple breakfast. After all, Yu Xiaorong is a child who is often left at home alone by his parents, so he is not difficult to take care of in terms of food. He made two cups of soy milk, steamed a pot of quick-frozen meat buns, mixed some vegetable salad, and added a plate of omelette that anyone (except Zhou Yu) could make with his hands. It took almost an hour to complete such a few small things, which is enough to make people lose confidence in serious life. But today, Luo Binhan felt that he could still withstand it. He still felt fresh and amused about "Yu Xiaorong was in Lihai City". Of course, reason tells him that this is very troublesome and dangerous, but how much interesting fun can be seen here! He went back to the bedroom to read several IPO cases from the same industry that Nan Mingguang sent last night, but he was already thinking about where to take Yu Xiaorong on the weekend. She was not the kind of person who could live peacefully at home relying on her mobile phone and the Internet. type.
It dawned very early in the summer, and by the time he finished reading the long CSRC questions and had to add a few more questions to the memo he wrote last night, it was already half past seven. The morning light made his computer screen white, so Luo Binhan stood up and knocked on Yu Xiaorong's door with happiness in his heart, until a series of German curses that were not suitable for translation came from inside.
"Get up and eat!" he said happily.
"Go away, it's the weekend!"
"No. It's Tuesday."
"Fuck you, today is the weekend for me!"
The guest room had been locked with great foresight, so Luo Binhan couldn't sneak in and yell, "The sun is shining on your butt." He could only regretfully pack up his things, put on his coat and tie, and go out to face a busy day. The adaptation period was over, and his luck was over. Everyone who needed to meet him came to the company today. In the morning, he sat in the administrative department for two hours, sorting out the current high-level structure one by one with Nan Mingguang, as well as the personnel arrangements to be implemented this year. In general, just like Luo Binhan's impression of Lu Jin's transfer, they were planning to change a batch of blood.
"I can't do this job." Luo Binhan said, "Who am I?"
Nan Mingguang still talked about their plan in his slow tone. He points out that this is not entirely a bad thing - not everyone is happy to hold on to things at their job. At their age, what sticks to their palms is not necessarily achievement and fame, but the promises and expectations given to others. As long as there are logical steps, some people are willing to choose to enjoy generous annuities and holidays. When he said this, his thin and black fingers tapped on the table. Luo Binhan couldn't help but stare at it, wondering in his heart whether these words were sincere. He just learned that Nan Mingguang had a liver operation last year, and that a former colleague died of cancer.
"You'd better pretend you don't know about early retirement," Nan Mingguang instructed. "Go and secure the relationship with the newcomer. This is what you should do."
"Okay."
"Lu Jin is an acquaintance of yours, right?"
"We met in the sales department."
"Just talk to him more if you have nothing to do." Nan Mingguang said. He mentioned this about Lu Jin, but in Luo Binhan's opinion, this almost made a conclusion for the future deputy administrative manager. There may still be variables, but the prototype of the plan must be there.
They naturally talked about Lu Jin's ex. Luo Binhan always felt that Qinina's name was very characteristic of the times, but it didn't quite match her. This person handles specific affairs better than interpersonal relationships (which is not to say that the latter is very bad). He manages everything very meticulously, rarely makes mistakes, and rarely gets close to his subordinates. Nan Mingguang commented that she is a commanding leader and a task-oriented person, "she treats everyone in the same way."
"Then why did you give Lu Jin to her?" Luo Binhan couldn't help but ask, "Don't you think their styles are too different?"
"I was just trying to see if I could come up with something new," Nan Mingguang said, with a smile on his face like he was watching a dog fighting match. Luo Binhan felt that this might not be a good idea, but it was useless to tell the other party. He remembered that he had seen a document when he first arrived here. It was that the General Management Department wanted an art position, but the plan was inexplicably handed to him, so he mentioned the matter to Nan Mingguang. .
"She's one of Lao Song's nieces." Nan Mingguang said lightly, "It's just essential materials for graduation internship."
"Why did you send me the information here?"
"The matter is done in your name, it's a favor from you." Nan Mingguang leaned back in the chair, looked at him from a distance, "Lao Song was introduced by your Aunt Xie."
"Is this really important?" Luo Binhan asked. He pointed a little recklessly at Guan Mingguang's belly, where he had been cut open on the operating table last year. Nan Mingguang smiled, and he laughed too. "How can a medical student argue with me?"
"This may not be the only one."
Nan Mingguang might know something, Luo Binhan couldn't help but think, maybe he just wanted to stimulate himself, just like putting Qinina and Lu Jin in a cage. Nan Mingguang really liked him, but he couldn't decide whether he liked his younger nephew more or a good fighting dog more. But Nan Mingguang will definitely compare him with someone, from the similarities and differences, just like he will compare the differences between Yu Xiaorong and her mother.
"Your hands are still too loose." Nan Mingguang said, "You think too much and prepare too little."
"Some people said that I should be whipped away with a whip." Luo Binhan said. Nan Mingguang almost laughed out loud, but then Qinina walked in holding a pile of documents.
While signing, Nan Mingguang asked her to let several other administrative managers sit in the tea room. There they met Luo Binhan formally and went through the necessary etiquette procedures. Two of them are already veterans and are probably being sent away under Nan Mingguang's plan. Luo Binhan made tea for them respectfully and told a few jokes about traveling in Africa. At noon, he continued to accompany Nan Mingguang out for dinner, and also brought Qinina and Lu Jin with him.
"Did Ronaldinho travel to Africa?" Qinina asked with a smile. She was the sixth person to ask this question all morning. Luo Binhan is used to it and has developed a standard response process. "Yes!" he said, "It took a long time to play, and everyone said that I ran away with someone."
"It would be great if you really brought someone back." Nan Mingguang said, "We have finally completed a big project in Africa."
"Why don't I get ahead of Sister Yunqiong?" Luo Binhan lit a cigarette for him, "What should she say if she brings one back from France?"
Nan Mingguang waved him away. Everyone started laughing. They were all acquaintances at the dinner, and they didn’t talk much about work. They could only talk about irrelevant household gossip: Qinina has a five-year-old child who is currently being taken care of by an elder at home; Lu Jin’s girlfriend is studying for a graduate degree in chemistry. , but met a difficult mentor; Nan Mingguang had another friend who was admitted to the intensive care unit because of idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis.
Their conversation was far away from Africa and couldn't be safer. Luo Binhan took the time to peek at his phone, trying to see if Zhou Yu or Momoluo might be online. Nan Mingguang suddenly turned to him and said, "I heard your sister is here?"
"Ah?" Luo Binhan said, "Oh... yes, come and play with us for a few days."
"Why don't you take her out to meet her?"
This was a problem that Luo Binhan had never expected. It completely transcended the barriers between his multiple lives, as if Jing Huang was asking him how the stock market performed today. Luo Binhan couldn't help but pause for two seconds, and then put on a smile: "She is more introverted."
"What? Are you afraid of meeting strangers?"
"She is so timid!" Luo Binhan said. "She doesn't understand a few words in Chinese. When she sees outsiders, she hides behind me and refuses to go out all day long."
"Ronaldo always has a younger sister?" Qinina said. Her tone was like a casual question, but Luo Binhan estimated that she already knew everything about Luo Jiaotian.
"She has been living abroad." He continued to sigh. "She just got seriously ill and is not in good health. Her mother asked her to take a break from school and come to my place to relax."
No one disputed his words. Luo Binhan estimated that they had already sketched in their minds a melancholy, sickly, taciturn foreign girl who would never curse her brother at 7:30 in the morning on a weekday. He finally got a little pleasure from this meal, so that he could face a longer afternoon. After the meal, he smoked a cigarette outside the office building to prepare mentally, then entered the elevator to the finance department floor and started working on the financial evaluation report.
The head of the internal audit department who is most closely related to this matter is named Ni. He has been working there for several years, but Luo Binhan has never had much dealings with him. He was familiar with their financial director and chief accountant. The chief accountant is a woman who must be mentioned. She is about fifty years old. She is very perfunctory in greetings and has never given Luo Binhan a good look. Luo Binhan once asked Nan Mingguang because he did not believe in evil, and finally confirmed that he had not been treated unfairly. The truth is very fascinating, that is, Lingfan has this bad face towards everyone, not even Nan Mingguang can escape it. She seemed to be the embodiment of the entire finance department's resentment over payroll and accounts. In front of her, her subordinates would call her "Teacher Ling", but everyone knew the nickname behind her back. Luo Binhan firmly believed that someone must have accidentally called her "miss" in front of her.
"Teacher Leng," Luo Binhan said with a smile on his face, deliberately blurring the pronunciation of the first word, "Long time no see!"
He enthusiastically went to shake hands with the other party, and the chief accountant looked as if he was about to be guillotined. Financial Director Wang Jisheng and Internal Audit Manager Mi Bo are two middle-aged men wearing thick glasses. They have stronger social attributes than her, but their strength is limited. According to Luo Binhan, all the social terrorists in the company have been packed into this department. The reason why Wang Jisheng was able to take the position of financial director was probably because he was the only one in this department who could speak eloquently during a toast.
Exchanging etiquette with these three people was both simple and entertaining. The more enthusiastic Luo Binhan showed, the more vigilant they responded. When Luo Binhan invited them to come together for a small meeting, Lingfan almost wanted to drive him out of the finance room where the keyboards were blaring. Ni Bo reacted better than her, after all, the evaluation report was submitted in his name. When Luo Binhan opened the annual financial report, financial consolidation evaluation report, and his own annotated problem memo on his laptop, the three of them all looked a little confused. Not because of the numerical questions he listed, but because he was actually asking these questions.
"President Nan wanted me to handle the financial rectification." Luo Binhan explained. The expressions of the three people opposite him couldn't tell whether they were shocked or painful, but they made him happy anyway. "I think the report says we need to find an agency first? Do we need to start so early? Can't we ask our own legal affairs department to take a look first?"
Nibo explained to him the necessity of this. What he said was actually just a restatement of the analysis in the report, and emphasized how useless their own legal department was in terms of accounting reorganization and corporate restructuring. They are responsible for litigating lawsuits with customers or business partners, and they are as close as a mountain apart. Luo Binhan was not surprised. He just wanted to pick this topic so that he could continue to ask the data one by one: How did the number of related party transactions become so large? Why must the current timing of revenue recognition for franchise hotels be changed later? Why are the valuations of financial assets operated by investment companies adjusting downward? What's wrong with monthly purchase expenses fluctuating greatly during the reporting period?
Every time he raised a question, three professionals had to take turns explaining to him, from the most basic regulations to the latest policy adjustments. They are trying their best to make the external numbers look good, but at least they must be cautious. When Lingfan talked about the standardization of expense accounting, he was so excited that he couldn't stop and could only point his nose and scold the marketing department. Ni Bo and Wang Jisheng held her down together and began to talk about the manpower issue. Luo Binhan pretended not to see anything and just diligently typed on the keyboard to sort out the key points they had said. In fact, he shouldn't do this work by himself. He added in the document: Ask Lu Jin to find him an assistant who can take meeting minutes.
"It's hard work, it's hard work," he said with a smile, "It's really troublesome for three teachers."
The three people on the opposite side greeted him politely with great restraint. All the bottles of mineral water placed on the table in the conference room have been drunk. During these three long hours, they were tortured by their illiterate and legally illiterate boss, as well as the deep grudges caused by the chaotic invoice management of the marketing department. In order to prevent the chief accountant from resigning in anger at this age, Luo Binhan began to promise to increase manpower. Of course! He said confidently. For major matters like accounting and restructuring, the increased workload cannot be handled by the existing team. He will immediately ask the General Management Department to formulate a recruitment plan - but whether Nan Mingguang takes it seriously has nothing to do with him. He heard many jokes about the Finance Department from Nan Mingguang.
"Which institutions should we find first?" He asked while Lingfan's expression softened, "Lawyer? Appraiser? Auditor?"
Compared to financial data, this issue is less sensitive. They discussed several options in general terms. There was no shortage of people with experience in this field in the finance department. Luo Binhan herself could trust Lingfan's recommendation (she had made a bad face to Nan Mingguang in the finance room for more than ten years), but Things like this have to be dealt with at the board level eventually, so there's nothing that can be done right away. In the end, Luo Binhan finally released the trio from the finance department and reminded them that they would hold several more small meetings on the standardization of expenses within this week to ponder the rectification plan and sort out the accounts of the past few years. After saying this, he immediately ran away with his computer in his arms to avoid being stabbed to death by the chief accountant in the conference room.
He walked back to his office with windy steps, and the blood-red sunset had already set among the high-rise office buildings. Countless floor-to-ceiling windows are like fine scales, reflecting the fragmented sky. Luo Binhan looked at this scene and thought of Momoluo, who had been missing for many days. He closed the curtains and immersed himself in sorting out the records he made in the afternoon, studying the answers given by the Finance Department one by one, and then looking up the corresponding regulations and industry data to roughly estimate how much these adjustments would cost.
This estimate is undoubtedly extremely inaccurate, but he must at least give Nan Mingguang a procedural explanation and raise issues that the Finance Department feels are important. He concentrated on typing on the keyboard, hoping to forget all other chores before getting off work, but when he finally finished all this, he found that it was completely dark outside the window.
It was already eight o'clock in the evening. He quickly called Yu Xiaorong and asked her if she had had dinner. There was a noisy TV sound coming from the other end of the phone. Yu Xiaorong had obviously spent an extremely leisurely day at home and was lying on the sofa enjoying takeout with Fina. The speed with which she is domesticated and corroded by city life is truly heartbreaking.
"Don't go out alone and run around alone." Luo Binhan warned, "If a stranger knocks on the door, call me first."
"Go and work overtime." Yu Xiaorong said, chewing something in his mouth. Luo Binhan hung up the phone with some resentment and began to ponder what he had done that day. They all seem to be business matters, but they all seem to be meaningless. He began to strongly want to talk to Zhou Yu again, and wanted to return to the atmosphere of talking to himself away from the mundane world. He took out the silver lighter that had been with him for a long time from his bag, pressed it again and again, and stared at the extinguishing and reappearance of the red flowers. Suddenly, he thought of a place to go.
(End of chapter)
